I usher you into the hotel room and slam the door. "Is this how you treat someone from out of town?!" "Oh, come on!" you reply with a shrug. "It was just a dumbass building with a bunch of boring old paintings!" "Well, I've never been to that museum and I can't believe you'd ruin it for me by acting like a spoiled brat!" "And I can't believe you thre...
Chapter 04: Finding Sky Blue and Cloud "You son of a bitch, I ought to kick your ass up and down the parking lot," I shouted at Mike as he climbed out of his car that next morning at work. He immediately ducked back into the car until he saw it was me. "Yeah, you know you deserved it." "Whoa, whoa, what is going on? What did I do?" he asked. "You know wha...
A few years ago I was being intimate with a man we had met at a party. My husband was there watching and things were going pretty good except for a few snide remarks the man made once we were both naked and on the bed. This guy had the wrong impression that my husband wanted to be humiliated by him since he was allowing him to "fuck his wife." He let things...
As a reminder, this is a continuation of a reprint of a story that I posted in 2015. I was rereading it lately and correcting some of the typos (I'm sure I missed some) when it dawned on me that perhaps I should repost this story (in the original chapter format) for readers today. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, addition...
Moving forward-finally. Writing this book is fun in the sense that I actually check the weather in the Laguna, Irvine and Bayside area of California. Trying to keep it as accurate as possible, I also use actual addresses. Can anyone find the houses I've mentioned? or the roads, or even where our Gabe had his accident? I also have a playlist I use to get me i...
There is very little sex in this story. A story of an unexpected love that grew and grew, and the aftermath. Just a few words to those who are hateful and insulting with their comments. I don't mind that you don't like the story line, or the grammar, or the spelling, or the punctuation. All of that can be used to improve my writing. The insults to me and my...
Hi Guys, Long story here. The next one will be shorter. But this one is so long that I broke it into three pieces. I'll be submitting one day for three days. This is also a very different story. But then I always say that, don't I. Well I read a lot of your comments on the last one and wanted to spice things up a bit. Some of you will probably hate the endin...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Jeana and I became obsessed with behinds, both male and female. Maybe obsessed is the wrong word, but we enjoyed talking about them and speculating about them, often giggling when we were at church events, the way girls do in junior high school. Several of the congregation's men had particularly nice behinds, and nicely tailored Sunday trousers that showed...
It was a beautiful fall evening. The sun had just started to dip below the horizon and there was a warm glow that pervaded the area...but, there seemed to be waves of angst emanating from 77 Wistful Vista Lane. Was all not right with the family that resided there? Marty Kramer sat back from the table, a smile of contentment on his puss, and patted his st...